Vale watched as the ball sailed through the air and landed in the waiting claws of Larry's Legion's own Aster, number 23.
'Holy hell!'
Greed had described it…
'But humans actually played a sport like this?!'
Sure, the humans supposedly had armor.
'Still!'
All imps of either side rushed forward and gripped onto one another as Aster began running toward the side of the field.
Vale narrowed his eyes as he watched.
"Why doesn't he fly?"
Greed, spitting out crumbs, said:
"Made a rule against it."
'I see…'
Aster zipped behind his teammate's back to the sideline, only for Tanner to appear and smash into the small imp. Aster fell to the ground at the '25-yard' line.
Dickless Jr. quickly whistled, calling the play dead.
Vale cringed as Aster wobbled to his feet and shook his head.
Most of the 11 on either side rushed off the field and were replaced. Some, like Aster and Tanner, stayed.
"Greed… speaking of the rules. What are they?"
Greed laughed hysterically.
